I had my treadmill test today. As a few of you suggested I would - I aced the thing. I was off the charts for a woman my age - in a good way. Based on that test, my cholesterol scores, my blood pressure, and the fact that I don't smoke (and haven't since 1991), my risk of having a heart attack in the next 10 years is 1%. One Percent.
It was fun when I met the tech, I had a Denver Marathon 2007 jacket on, and she had run it too. We commiserated about the rainy cold weather for that race. We chatted and chatted... and then I told her I was nervous about getting on the treadmill after all this talking about running. She reassured me, wired me up, and I got on. It was a great experience.
Anyway, in case anyone was wondering how I found myself in the position of needing a treadmill test to begin with - it was my incident of chest pain and shortness of breath almost 2 weeks ago now. So, how could that happen to me? I had migraines like 5 of the 7 seven days previous to the incident. I took maybe 3 or 4 dosages of the migraine medication I had been prescribed... and therein, I think, lies the problem. I think it was an adverse drug reaction to Maxalt. My doc thought that was feasible, and so did the RN doing the stress test today. I won't be taking that stuff again, I can assure you.
So, now I am making braided raisin bread to bring to work tomorrow. I am also taking photos as I go. I will post them probably later.
I am so happy and relieved about my treadmill test.
I am also in love with a young man younger than any of my children... Kris Allen on American Idol... wow.